Indulgence

In the time of my indulgenceYou look after and beforeWith the inclination ofDoctor Jekyll and Mr HydeAs the wind whispers to youNowhere else to confideYou sell sea shellsBy the Dead Sea shoreChased by the Caspian seaAnd the chill of the sunWhile the wavesOf frequent mutiny crewsAre executed instantlyLike heart-attack hairsOf unspeakable family feudsFish fingered, not wanting anymore

I gaze into confessionsOf the wild flowersFighting in the nightI see every leaf that’s fallingAnd Ruth amongst the yellowAlien delightLove reflected in the faded mirrorOf events rearrangedThat must be broken in To each exponential mistakeForgotten by Delilah’sReappearing faceChoked by the envelopeOf reconstituted despairEyes tied up at both endsWithout superstitious fearStolen by the weedsOf every newborn needSimply to defendWhatever the fishermen did hear

The sad eyed prophetThough not superstitiousTo lack direction moreTravels a jealous journeyOf unnumbered stairsStanding at laughter’s doorWith your thievesJust hanging aroundArguing politicsBut barely on parolHearing but not listening toThe rushes of vespering coalsToo proud to rememberln harvest time or fallThat salt and servantsCannot prostituteWhat the jews have not soldAnd that which timeWas not required to unfold